Si-Te-Cah Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The Tule Eaters, Si-Te-Cah,
Red hair bright, a tribe of war.
Paiute stories, passed down deep,
Of giants tall, secrets they keep.

By Lovelock's cave, a final stand,
Against the Paiute, and their band.
A fire burned, a smoky haze,
Ending their days, in a fiery maze.

Arrows flew, a deadly rain,
Ending the giants' painful reign.
Old things remain, within the cave's dark heart,
Tales of the ancients, a work of art.

Grandpa Tom, with eyes so keen,
'They're still out there, still unseen.'
'Beware the night, beware their might,
Or in a basket, you'll vanish from sight.'

Eeds-zah-ahh, a whispered name,
Giants of legend, wrapped in flame.